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house of bees
cotton found after
physics flew a song
the wall swans exploded
emeralds
now I am
stuck between tunnels
because nothing was found
because there was nothing free
of tone I hear
something in this house
a bee makes honey and
instinct chains me to the edge
this is more than
I thought about an idle life scattered
in this field
a dynasty of seeds changing
this hopeful phase
in the pear tree
this sphere
devoured a chrysalis’ birth
a taste of lentils lingers
in those false windows
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